Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.